Jennifer?”
Naught but heartbroken sobs answered her. Then came a noise that stilled me as a statue. The three had returned all too early and we were uncovered! Jennifer did not hear, so completely absorbed was she in the raging heat of her bottom and the long hot tongues of fire that licked all through her.
“Go! Go fetch them!” my stepmother hissed to my astonishment while I had expected panic to ensue. She, quicker than I, saw advantage to the matter. I ran to the door and encountered Millicent, Horace and Clive in the drawing room.
“Quickly!” I cried.
“What is to do?” exclaimed Millicent in alarm, but I wishing not to attempt explanations then turned about again and proceeded back upstairs with they scurrying in my train and expecting perhaps some fearful accident.
For Jennifer it was indeed an accident, though decidedly an ill wind that was to blow her good. I entering the bedroom anew and all seeing the pair upon the bed-Jennifer with her striped and wriggling bottom and my stepmother sitting astride her-stopped still in great amazement. Hearing their arrival, though unable to see them, Jennifer shrieked and sobbed at the same time.
Millicent and her son filled the doorway. Horace was a step ahead of them into the room and so enjoyed a prime view. My stepmother did not hesitate and neither, thankfully, upon her words did I. Jennifer’s cleft orb, so adorably pink and pale and red and cream all at the same time, was lifted sufficiently to offer her pouting quim as well to his astonished eyes.
“Come-quickly-service her, you fool!” was said to him by my stepmama. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with fire, conveying their messages of demand to me. No sound came from Millicent or Clive who were clearly too petrified with surprise to speak.
“No-wooooh!” Jennifer moaned, bucked violently, but was held down by her rider whose upraised skirt revealed her own lush thighs and stocking tops.
“You must! Come!” said I to Mr de Vere Lacey and upon that, and with a daring I scarce thought I possessed in another household, placed my hand upon the front of his trousers, felt there an unrising and nipped my fingers onto his swelling stem.
“Oh!” Millicent moaned, and then to him, “Do not look!” So saying, and being stood beside him, she covered his eyes with one gloved hand, the token of her words being to give permission to her husband to do what we intended. The unexpected clasp of my fingers in his most intimate region in any event stirred him almost as much as the wanton sight of his daughter-in-law. Meekly, as it seemed, he permitted himself to be drawn towards her, I then more boldly fumbling with his buttons.
“Ah, the poor girl, how she needs it!” declared my stepmother whose own enticing presentation of part of her nether charms added to the voluptuousness of the scene. She was forced meanwhile to clamp her knees more tightly to Jennifer’s sides and indeed while I was bringing Mr de Vere Lacey’s long, thick weapon into view was forced to smack her bottom hard, producing sobs and cries that resounded everywhere and brought small answering noises as if of both sympathy and excitement from her mother-in-law.
Our male-for such I thought of him then with my fingers encircling his stout tool-breathed heavily as well he might, my stepmother modulating her expression beautifully so that it came somewhere between command and invitation.
“Ah, my heavens!” groaned he.
“Do it!” I demanded and drew his cock closer to Jennifer’s rosy orb, pressing the springy monstrosity down a little so that its rubicond helmet then encountered the pleading of her lovelips.
“Nee-ooooh!” squealed she at that first tentative touch of it.
“IN! In her!” my stepmother said, her nostrils flaring. I sought his heavy buttocks with my free hand, felt beneath and pressed his balls with my fingertips. He jerked and sank his knob within his daughter-in-law’s offered maw.
“Ho-ho-ho!” came simultaneously then from the young woman and her mother-in-law. Indeed their rising tones quavered and warbled together like those of wild doves. Horace’s eyes were glazed, his mouth open. The oily lips of Jennifer’s quim appeared to sink back on to his stave, absorbing all but half of it, though in reality he was pushing and I was assisting.
“Ah-hoooo! No-woh!” gabbled she, “he mustn’t, he Mustn’t! Whoooo!”
“Ah, my delicious one!” croaked he, his face appearing to shine with glory as inch by inch the peg secured itself and brought her blazing bottom full against his belly where it stirred and wriggled violently.
“Be quiet, sir!” then spat my stepmother at him, no doubt to his profound astonishment, though such fleshly thrills were escalating through him that he might have forgiven anything said to him. The trilling sobs and moans of Jennifer were music to our ears, for as he now began slewing his cock in and out of her so she bucked deliciously and thereby served to further his lewd efforts.
Millicent, meanwhile, retaining one gloved hand to hide the libertine view from her son’s eyes, passed the other down around his prick. “Ah, you bad boy!” she murmured quite illogically, feeling the risen stem through the cloth of his trousers and he managing a peep now and then at the astonishing sight upon the bed whence the juicy slap and smack of flesh to flesh now came.
“Blub-blub-blub!” Jennifer now sobbed, but the nature of her excited squirming, which restrained itself to lewd contortions of her hips, was evident to one’s seeking eyes. In all truth she was enjoying the lusty poke despite herself, and panted in between her cries.
“Hoo-hoo-hooo! — you bad boy!” came Millicent’s moan, for she could think of nothing else to utter to hide the indiscretion of the moment. With a tremoring excitement which indicated that she was perhaps not fully aware of her actions in such open circumstances, she loosed Clive’s trousers and brought to view his own eager prong which throbbed and quivered in her gloved hand.
“Your skirt, my dear-conceal his view!” my stepmother cried helpfully, whereat taking the hint as an instruction, Millicent pressed upon her son’s cock and brought him groaning to his knees. Leaning against the doorjamb now she moved him in his kneeling position towards her, raised her skirt and looped it over his head. His shoulders, too, disappeared. He was truly in a tent of darkness and feminine mystery, his stiff stem, waggling, pleading. Millicent’s eyes then opened wide. Her jaw sagged. Her expression to say the least was bleary, her eyes never leaving her husband’s sturdy, shunting buttocks. A faint guzzling sound was heard. Clive, it seemed, was at the fount of Venus-though through her drawers.
“Haaaar!” Millicent moaned, though her febrile cry was somewhat lost in the cacophony of groans now echoed by the pair who were cock to cunt. Occasionally and with mischief I would smack her father-in-law’s buttocks as they pressed out momentarily-a salute he did not seem to resent for it appeared to make him work her faster. His teeth gritted, his face suffused, a tendon strained upon his neck.
“I c… c… cannot but help myself-I must come!” he blurted.
“Come, then, you may-full in her and give the girl the benefit of your dose. Do not withdraw, sir, until I so instruct you!”
I wondered whether Mr de Vere Lacey thought himself in heaven or in a dream. His expression was that of a man who is utterly lost in pleasure. Rotating her hips, Jennifer appeared to urge him on. Meanwhile, Millicent had curiously, though praiseworthily, recovered herself a little. Placing one hand behind her neck in a langourous pose, as though she wished to make up for her untoward wildness, she extended down her other arm and pressed her hand imperiously against the back of Clive’s head which showed as a bulge ‘neath her skirt and so held him. Her thighs moved inwards. A moan escaped him. She was evidently clipping his ears tightly ‘twixt her garters. It could do him naught but good.
Such reflections and observations distracted me momentarily, for Mr de Vere Lacey was coming. His puffing cries announced it, his emerging and dipping cock gleaming brightly where Jennifer had lubricated him with her own spendings.
“Theee-eeeeh!” I heard her cry, and not unjoyously as his thick jets of sperm spattered her within, the veins around his tool pulsing visibly. The succulent sound of their parts thus merging in such liquid fashion was a perfect pleasure to hear. His buttocks tightened, as did his balls which I held upon my palm by delving under him and guarding his retreat.
“Hold in-hold in!” my stepmother spat at him and with a lightning movement of her hand-full facing him as she was and the crotch of her knickers showing now-grasped his hair, which brought a yelp from him. I
